Poetry

That’s Life

Is does it really mean to “be”

To what extent does the meaning of my existence lay in the hands of my beloved?

See, I never understood the meaning of life.

The hurdles we face, crippling our very core expecting us to resurface.

See, I never understood the meaning of hope.

Relying on the unknown to pull through in cases where our souls always seem to fall.

As a young girl, I would see my life from a bird view, mapping out all possible escape route to happily ever after.

One where the sky is a little grey, with a few happy and sad faces, very strange for a happily ever after right, ya I know.

But see in that little child’s mind, only certain outcomes would equate to a bright future, the rest, well I would be ok and at least content with life.

I’ve always questioned the meaning of my existence for one particular reason, “am I supposed to my dreams or that of my family and if I did, would they still love me”. I still don’t have an answer to that.

What I have learned is that life is not linear for some of us, we have to circle back, make mistakes and readjust.

Life will not bring you roses as soon as you rise, you can either chose to give it a try or let it ruin your life.

See, life is confusing and aint a race but it is up to you to decide on your prize,

That’s life…

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